005: To The Memory Of Tam The Gun Poem by Colin Johnston
005: To The Memory Of Tam The Gun
Aberdour is heaven
Of that there is no doubt
But Tam the Gun was a chum
of Edinburgh
and thereabouts.
Everyday at one o’clock
All below would turn
“Dear me, I say, what was that? ”
then, recognition comes
“Oh, it’s just Tam, the locals say
Firing that big bloody gun”
Who’ll replace him by Mons Meg
The light, the charge,
The powder keg
Who will mark that lonely hour
Now Tam has gone To Aberdour.
Brought back many memories Colin I spent my childhood holidays in Auld Reekie My uncle was station master at the Waverley Station
I like the rhymes in the first stanza and the humurous flavor. I am lacking on the history for this one.
Went to see this as a kid in the mid 1960s, just when the Bridge was finished. Was it Tam that kindled her up then? A very fine reminder of one of Auld Reekie's fixtures Colin. By the way, you made Aberdour sound like heaven! ! This is history as poetry. Ta jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:10:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Colin a fitting tribute, very well penned Regards Alf